This is a song about "The hills"

Everyone getting suspicious after the sun hides behind the hills

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

And don't stop consider why these hills are withered and

Harder than my dick when taylor swift is in my basement

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

My rhyming skills are mine and ill, i'll leave you climbing hills,

Pop a couple pills, climb a few hills, floatin to the top like a fish with gills,

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

A criminal grind nigga

I bring the heat like the

And guess what there is no running to the hills cause your dead and i'm the cause

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Steepen hills and silence sounds, we fostered throughout daydreams

When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would